last night, i accidentally hearted my own comment on a three-hour-long online forum debate about the best way to boil an egg. now the whole thread thinks i’m not only passionately defending my method, but also SELF-VALIDATING my genius. so, here i am, trying to decide if i should lean into the whole “egg-boiling expert” persona or just disappear from the internet forever. honestly, i didn’t realiz...
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just realized my side hustle is now covering my main job's expenses, which is funny considering the only reason I even started it was to cope with the crippling existential dread my office brings. like, how did I end up crafting handmade soap infused with an over-the-top blend of rosemary and self-loathing while my coworkers obsess over the microwave time settings? it's like watching a Shakespearean tragedy unfold every day, only with more post-it notes and less understanding. so, here I am, polishing my little soap bars in the back of my mind while plotting how to slip in a gentle reminder about my last performance review… during a team meeting about lunch orders.
just realized my side hustle is now covering my main job's expenses, which is funny considering the only reason I even started it was to cope with the crippling existential dread my office brings. like, how did I end up crafting handmade soap infused with an over-the-top blend of rosemary and self-loathing while my coworkers obsess over the microwave time settings? it's like watching a Shakespearean tragedy unfold every day, only with more post-it notes and less understanding. so, here I am, polishing my little soap bars in the back of my mind while plotting how to slip in a gentle reminder about my last performance review… during a team meeting about lunch orders.
the way that I spent ten years thinking my bad luck was just a personal vendetta from the universe, only to realize it was actually my cooking, like, how was I supposed to know that boiling broccoli for an hour could literally ruin a dinner party? no, because I thought I was just a gourmet chef in training, and I was really just training the smoke alarm!